Unabashed love of a carnation.

Someday I will have a garden full of dahlias, mums, carnations, and more. My vases will overflow and you won't know if you are indoors or out. In the meantime I will fill my ever growing collection of vintage glass vases, Ikea ceramics and pickling jars with flowers from someone else's garden. This summer I've had a love affair with carnations. Two bundles ($2.99/bundle!) can fill enough vases for every room to have its share. They feel right in our new house, unpretentious, homey, timeless. I don't know why I ever disregarded them. They are wonderful and I plan to make up for the years I looked down upon them by filling every corner with blossoms. Carnations, I'm sorry, you are amazing.

Summer is a flip flop tan line.

I've had every intention of documenting every project big, small, significant or not, but life has been big, small, and significant and it all added up to less and less computer time and more and more life time. I have taken pictures. I have captured moments. But most of all I have been sleeping when I wasn't laughing, working when I wasn't sleeping or laughing. The project list grows as we choose to escape the city for the weekends, and it makes me appreciate the fact that we have all the time in the world to paint a room or find the perfect pictures for the walls. There is no rush. This last weekend we drove five hours and fell into a lake, got dirt in our sandals and laughed so hard at Uncle Pat that tears welled up and ran down our faces. There were so many moments that I will remember for a lifetime but could never manage to describe to anyone who wasn't right there with me. Summer has been about family, be it the three of us at home or the tons of us on Whidbey Island. I feel like everything has been in fast forward and slow motion at the same time and it leaves me a little bit disoriented and punch drunk. I will catch up someday soon (or maybe I won't) and I will share all of the details of our house & the life it holds when the leaves start dropping and our slow hibernation into winter begins. In the meantime I will drink too much punch, get my feet dirty, take naps in the sun and in general pretend to be a layabout.